Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a man-hole, yo, a rap ammoBlows out your candle, check, yoDropped down a man-hole, a rap ammoBlows out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by GannoRelease the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempoScared your ass, you jumped through a closed windowTo a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weaponInfertiate your style to that of Led ZeppelinEncyclopedia Brittanica, Hanna Barbera, world of super adventureCouldn't give a proper word on the scripture of my mannerYou're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternalMC's delight - popcorn, we poppin' every kernelJot us in your journal, we hot like a thermalNuclear explosion, under my control of your countryLike the Federal Enforcement Management AgencyMy technique, be vocabulary freakRecite for state, my divine is like Dante's PeakAt most, you'll be trapped off in PatMossGet smacked in the back of your neck with the black toastKing Cobra, back blew back and bare footOn the roof dusted out, waitin for carriersPoppin' like Orville Reddenbacher or Betty CrockerThe pop secret is the forty-five glock popperControl men like rats that's controlled by Ben or WillardAmerican Express privelages, blood spillageWe got more balls then villageStar-spangled banner, soldier stand upCobra commander, stop the propagandaThirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decodedDigital warfare torments your head, eye's bloatedNexus floated, poison darts quotedAmerican eagle stingin up blue Beetle BaileyOn the wine mixed with Hennessey dailyKeep thee scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clanWe bide the omish that'll harness the promised land

(Dr. Doom)Yo, yo, yo, you can't escape from the Dr. of DoomMy lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches broomsThat full moon on all you dumb-dumbsWatch your filthy rise away like soap scumThe war-lord swingin' flamin swords just like a shogunOf the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin archmenMy killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksmanSo, tape with caution, we attack like black martiansCorner of the market, by usin' digital strategiesReefer sparks my acid battery, y'all niggaz flatter meWith all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock>From the outside or the inside, create intense ridesWhen my pen glides all MC's will get they heads fliedFor talkin' shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pitKiller bees must reign supreme throughout the continentWe conquered it, mother fuckers

(Ghostface Killah)Eh yo, the beat terminal, exquisite young coolie high productionCaught up in the hollow-head suctionTen pogo sticks, two black-belts that break bricksDiet coke meetin's with the richI'm faithfully married to rapWe've been engaged for twelve yearsTyson bite Holyfield earWe love the sport, look out your windowNow see, pull up to say, y'all be amazed meTony Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellarOnly man out, walked through hellDick swingin' like shit went wellCall it the mighty Joe YoungDouble-swirl slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearlsIt looked real nice, yo, heavy on the gravyThird, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty wordsFrom Whirl-winds to whirl-pools, see wise watch the earth spinSunny-dance with the serpent, who shot JJ and it's my boneThe same nigga ridin' the train, same nigga with his name on the jacketSwitch to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that JasonFell out twice in the basementStraight up and down, y'all